Unfortunately, Jim was worrying about his

Unfortunately, Jim was worrying about his exams.

Unfortunately, they all were. Jim was so self-centered.

His mother blamed herself for giving him a name with "I" in the middle of it, but the real reason was that Jim's colossal mass caused household objects to enter orbit around him.

He had to dodge the toaster flying toward him in the kitchen and when he opened the fridge, the leftovers flew right into his mouth, so he became even bigger. Jim didn't know

how he was going to get out of the house. His head was already touching the ceiling, and there was no way he could fit through the doorway. "Dear!" his wife called. Jim didn't want

to answer her, lest his height suggest to her that he should finally change that lightbulbs in the foyer he could never reach before and then he'd never get to work. "Honey, I'm on

the Doctor Who 60th anniversay special, right alongside Frema Agumon!" He paid no attention to her as he squinted at the paper, trying to find the last "Spot the Difference" item.

But after about 15 minutes of searching, the bone was never found. He still dreaded the thought of speaking with her, so instead flipped to the next page, disappointedly.

The next morning I intended to tell her but she had left me. This time it felt like for real. No way to walk this one off without heavy lifting. Maybe some wet work in onierium of

Morpheus where he kept his favorite dreams. I never saw her again. I never got to tell her this story.